hadn't seen Robby's prick since he was eight years old.
CHAPTER TWO
It was Friday afternoon and Sheri was thanking God that the week was over. She couldn't stand school so far this year. Her social studios teacher was a bore. The history class ground along like a centipede in reverse with no place to go. And the boys didn't interest her much this year as they had the year before. They seemed such children.
Sheri undressed and hung her clothes over the back of a chair. She reached for her jeans, then paused. After sitting around in classes all day, she felt she needed a little lift. A change of habit, a charge. Her eyes brightened and she smirked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.
'Why not?' Her reflection arced. She skinned her yellow panties down and off. The feel of her well-worn jeans sliding up over her thighs and bare bottom made her suck in a quick breath.
'Wow! That's nice!' And nobody knew but her. She giggled, buttoned up the fly and searched in her drawer for a top. She settled for a silk cowboy shirt. Red with pearl buttons. She whirled before the mirror, bare feet tickling from the rug.
'If only I could wear clothes like this to school!' She wiggled her toes into a squeaky pair of Mexican hauarches and picked up a hair brush. The silk shirt rubbed her tiny pink nipples as she pulled the bristles through her hair. After a few strokes, it tumbled blondely over the fronts of her shoulders.
'Christ, am I ever a living doll,' she said, puckering. Then she giggled, caressed her ass with both hands and rummaged in her desk for the corn-cob pipe she kept hidden there. She kept the grass in an old medicine bottle that she poked into the big stuffed tiger on her bed. After filling the bowl with green flakes, she wedged her stash back into the tear in the brightly grinning toy and found a match.
Like always, Sheri's first toke made her cunt tingle like wildfire. The second lungful of smoke brought dampness to the sparse blonde curls that edged each lip. She pulled more smoke from the pipe, holding it inside her for as long as possible. She let out her sixth toke with a burst of giggles and fell backwards on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, the pipe gone cold in her hand.
'Wow. Ohhhh wow.' She was stoned. Good and stoned. She got up and put the pipe back in its corner in her drawer. Then she examined her eyes in the big mirror.
'Sheri Hawkins, you're blasted, gone, ripped.' More giggles bubbled up from her throat. A silky feeling rushed over her skin. She felt very, very sexy. She was very, very sexy. Sheri giggled like crazy and rubbed her body up against the mirror. The hot points of her breasts thrilled from the cold glass. She touched her cowboy shirt, liking the way it hugged her slender form. If only her tits stood out more! She wobbled back to the center of the room. Then she opened the door and went out.
Sheri went to the front room and turned on the television, turned it off again. She felt at loose ends. But she was enjoying the humming pleasure that coursed through her body, she was enjoying the high. Languorously, she walked upstairs again. At Robby's door she heard the familiar peck peck of his typewriter.
Robby was nice, she thought, leaning there in the hallway. It was funny having an uncle that young. Well, not too young. He was twenty, almost twenty-one. Maybe it was weirder that Mona was his sister. Sheri did some quick math in her head. She had been born when Mona was just about Robby's age. And her father… Why wouldn't Mona ever let her see a picture of her father? Mona swore she didn't have any. She hadn't even consented to letting Sheri know his first name. Something Hawkins. It seemed a drag not to know anything about your old man. But since her mother's hair was so dark, Sheri figured that her father had been blond. Like she was.
She had her ear against Robby's door now, listening to the typewriter. What a weird thing to be doing on a Friday afternoon. Typing on a damned old typewriter. She giggled again and a flood of laughing caught her. She tried to smother it but it was like stopping the wind. The typewriter stopped pecking. Sheri stepped back from the door just as it opened.
'I thought I heard something,' Robby said, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. He pulled them off and wiped each lens carefully on his shirt tail.
'I'm sorry. I was just walking by and got the giggles, I guess.' She tried to look around him into the room. She wanted company.
'Come on in if you want,' Robby said, walking back to the typewriter. Sheri circled the room, looking touching. There was a chess board with carved figures all set in place. The king and queen were almost six inches tall. She picked one up and studied it.
'I thought maybe you forgot that it's Friday,' she said, not looking at him.
'Got a lot to do yet.' He finished wiping his glasses and put them on. She carried the chess piece with her and circled the room again, dower this time. The grass was doing all kinds of silly things to her head. She felt wonderful. And though she didn't know for sure, she thought Robby was watching her move. She let her hips sway more than she had to. They weren't very wide yet and that made them seem curvier. How naughty, she thought, scolding herself for teasing her very own uncle. The naughtiness thrilled her. What was the harm in a little good natured teasing?
'I can play chess,' she said, looking at him suddenly. His eyes had been on her ass and she felt the immediate surge of heat. Her ears burned, her cunt dampened more. She felt… felt like she wanted to make out a little. Not with Robby, of course, since he was family, but… She studied him. He looked uncomfortable. Was there anything wrong with kissing between an uncle and a niece? Probably.
'I don't really have time to play chess right now.'
'What about tonight?'
'Uhhh… sure. Okay.' Robby shrugged. Sheri tried her best smile at him. Robby, blushed. He sure didn't act like an uncle. But he sure was good-looking. She went up until her breasts were maybe half an inch from his t- shirt, and looked up into his face. God was she ever wiped out and God did it feel good!
'You sure are tall,' she said. Robby took off his glasses again. He looked like he was trying to hold his breath. Then his fingers touched the tops of her shoulders and he gripped her arm slowly. Sheri stopped grinning. Her throat was dry. The tips of her breasts touched Rob, for a split second and he let her go and turned away.
'You'd better go ahead. I've got to get back to work.'
Sheri almost ran to her room. She slammed the door behind her and stripped off her clothes. The jar of cold cream was a little dusty but she got the lid open somehow and scooped with three fingers. She lay on her back on the bed and spread the lovely, gooey stuff thoroughly between the swollen lips of her pussy. It smacked around her knuckles as she worked it in.
'Ohhhhh… Ohhhh Uncle Rob… Ohhhh God… I want you to… fuck me!' It was true. Her little game had gotten serious all of a sudden. The touch of his hands on her had set off sparks and storms she hadn't guessed about before. Up and down she smoothed the cold cream. It wasn't so thick now as the heat of her body rose. She dug her finger gingerly over the stretched membrane that protected her depths. She'd often wondered what it was like to get fucked and now just touching that place made her babble with anticipation. She had to get fucked! Suddenly she knew she wanted that more than anything else in her life. She was getting older every day… to think what she was missing! Annie Faber had told her that fucking was about the nicest thing in the world. Annie had been going to bed with Billy Baker since she was twelve. Billy used a basic to keep from getting them in a fuck. And listening to the way Annie described things had always made Sheri hotter than a firecracker. She'd wondered when it might happen to her. And now there was Robby. Even if he was her uncle. She loved him! She wanted him. Sheri closed her eyes and felt the sweet sorrow of a dozen true confession stories she'd read. He had to love her too! He had to!
'Nhhuuuuuhhh!' she sighed, working her clit until it felt tumid and hot to her touch. Her slender body bucked on the bed as she plunged against the tickling, gouging rubbing. Her soles burned! Her breasts stood up straight on her chest as the throbbing pleasure erupted through her cunt.
'Ohhhh Robby… make love to me darling,' she gasped. 'Make me yours!'
It was after nine o'clock when she tapped on Robby's door again. She had on exactly what she'd worn that
